Blessed be.
Velumbound.
A whisper of Love as Destruction.
Where Love is not presented as a sanctuary, but as a hazard.
Through Exhaustion.
Where the sheer physical and mental effort required to keep a relationship alive against all odds.
Will always end in inevitable collapse.
The transition from a small, controlled flame (the Molotov) to total seismic destruction (magnitude 8) shows that the collapse was always bound to happen.
Because a Molotov cocktail is a crude, highly unstable explosive.
Comparing love to holding one immediately establishes that the relationship is dangerous, volatile, and prone to blowing up at any moment.
With Self-Inflicted Pain.
For "Clutching", it implies a tight, desperate grip.
The speaker is holding onto something that threatens to destroy them, highlighting a painful conflict between desire and safety.
Maybe you know the feeling?
Shall we begin?
(A lone voice whispers)
Loving you was like clutching a Molotov cocktail.
Whilst walking in a raging gale, trying to keep it lit.
As life slowly hit 8.
On the spiritual Richter scale.
(C) Copyright John Duffy
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